"Chris," you choked out, trying to catch your breath. It was clear that he won the race (not that you'd admit it). He grinned at you and shook his head.
"Come on, (Y/N), we weren't even running that long," he teased. You glared at him through the hair falling infront of your eyes as your hands gripped your knees. Your racing heart was beginning to slow its pace.
He put a hand on your back, but you quickly swatted it away.
"What the-"
"Not everyone is as athletic as you, Chambers!" you shouted. You didn't mean to come off so harsh, but you couldn't help it. He didn't even break a sweat, but you were practically suffocating on the spot.
"Hey, hey, calm down," he whispered and put his hand on your shoulder. You didn't shove him away this time, but still felt upset.
When you were back to your normal state, Chris held his hand out. You furrowed your eyebrows.
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You shook your head and groaned, then ran your hand over his. He smiled softly and looked visibly relieved.
After awhile of hanging out in the treehouse with you, he walked you back home, apologizing over and over again the whole time.
